Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.